How strange to return from France to the UK to dry out! The burgundian week of painting, was in low temperatures, with masses of rain, and a sense of dampness pervading everything: the paper cockled, the paints sweated, and I got in the huff. Come the penultimate day, the sun came out and dried up all the rain, raised the spirits and we all got working on what suddenly was a very attractive location, lush trees, grasses and river teaming, swelling and flowing against the back drop of chateau and canal. All because of sunshine.